was born here and I come here to die ...
A cottage in a farm. A farm with a few people and a veteran of the Great War.
It was a night when the snow had covered the valleys, roads and roofs. The wind blew hard and hissing creeping through the cracks of the old main entrance and between the jambs of the windows.
My mother, wrapped in a blanket for the cold and fever, felt the pangs arrive. She was alone in that cold winter's night, but courageously held by the hand.
pushed ... pushed with all his strength ... the pain was strong but the little creature was indomitable. Crushed with your hands on the belly accompanied his daughter along the way to life.
dawn, when the neighbors entered the house, a strong breath of love filled their nostrils. I was squatting on the floor still tied to that cord that even if someone broke it was an unbreakable bond forever.
That night a life was turned off while another saw the light. That faint light in the room lit up short of joy and flooded the entire house.
I was immediately taken away ... I do not know where. The door was blocked and remained so for many many years!
